"The two kings request an audience."

The Grey Fish nodded and allowed them in.

Over the years, she understood that the visitors were trustworthy descendants.

"Greetings, Ancestor King." They both bowed.

At this moment, Yudula and Qin Hong were extremely delighted.

Finally, they were no longer simply racial mascots; they could move to the frontlines and enjoy freedom.

Especially Yudula, who was previously confined and meticulously protected as the racial progenitor Ant Queen, now finally could escape relentless protection.

And now it was Grey Fish who was being zealously guarded, seemingly fitting for such a role, being kind-hearted and disliking conflict, favoring healing others from the rear, perfectly suited for the job.

"Your Highness Grey Fish, as the Demon Ancestor, your safety is crucial for the entire universe. I suggest that you guard your safety well and reproduce wildly, leaving the expansion of the race to us," Yudula said with a smile.

The Grey Fish nodded, "With so many offspring, can you guarantee expansion?"

"It's easy; this race is terrifying," Qin Hong calmly said, "Other Saints grow slowly in cultivation. Once they've determined their rules, it's almost impossible to switch to other rules, making upward mobility difficult, but here is different."

"How is it different?" Grey Fish inquired.

"Haven't you discovered it yet?" Qin Hong's gaze sparkled over the land, "Here feels like the inception of an ancient cosmic era, with gold everywhere, analogy to hundreds of billions of years ago, filled with rule dragon veins roaming the earth...wherever you look, there's powerful rules. We can alter them along our path, becoming stronger step by step."

The Grey Fish, finally comprehending the implications:

The second era of golden rules!

This land, littered with wicked wandering rules, could similarly be a realm of opportunities and treasures as ancient times, even offering opportunities to become a Celestial Venerable?

"Feel free to multiply," Qin Hong stated, "A new era is about to dawn."

Boom!!

Time flew by.

Eighty years passed again.

The entire land seemed to go berserk as boundaries opened, demons began breaking through to Tier Seven.

Yudula began managing internal politics, ruling the realm, becoming the true Demon Race king.

Meanwhile, Qin Hong, a hands-off manager, was focused on cultivation, intending to become the Demon Race's War God.

"Report to Your Highness, our race has thirty-seven pseudo Tier Seven Saints, and there are already five True Saints," someone reported.

"Not enough, far from enough! With the environment here, even pigs could cultivate to true Tier Seven, flying high on a gust. With just this achievement?" Yudula sat on the throne, very dissatisfied, "Our racial foundation is too limited, geniuses scarce, requiring external geniuses to be recruited, those hunting here to transform into our Demon Race, cultivating our race's demonic arts."

"But Grey Fish said that outsiders are ill-intentioned bandits...." Hesitated a minister below.

"An indecisive person is not royalty material," Yudula said coolly, "Don't bother with their motives. Once they join our Demon Race, they're on the same boat, we'll expand the race first. If they're restless, eliminate them."

"Yes... yes!!!"

Ministers below held their breath.

Time sailed by, on lands beyond Chaotic Heaven, individuals hunting outside began being infected, terrifying sounds spread like wildfire.

Era change!

The birth of the Demon Race, the new hundred-billion-year rules golden era, the newly initiated "Chaos Red Cloud Period," thoroughly erupted.

The dreaded and revered Chaos Evil Demon Battlefield turned into an eagerly sought-after golden land.

Becoming demons, so what?

As long as power is granted, selling souls is optional, neither needing to trade even souls.

In this rigid Da Tong Yuan Hu period, rules were hijacked by entrenched existences, new talents now could not see any opportunity for mobility, these collected emotions of the formidable beings burst forth.

"Rules, the rules are right there!"

"Kill the demonic thoughts!"

A horrifying wave exploded exponentially.

A single demonic cell turned into Demon Race was sold at sky-high prices.

The lands outside Chaotic Heaven were quickly cleared within five years, 4% of the land rapidly emptied, demons swept clear, an event unprecedented!

...

A young man walked across the land, muscles radiantly scarlet, as the Divine Realm's War God, Li Tusheng, followed by two attendants.

"It's been a long time since I've come to this domain."

Li Tusheng bowed his head, his expression bitter, caressing the old universe membrane of sand underfoot,

"Back then, we followed Emperor Xia, during the period of divisions and transformation, each seizing a side and constantly waging war. My father Ba River perished, Lord Youxu the Judicial Saint fell, Miduo the Truth Devourer vanished, we charged forth and ruled the entire Cosmic Land, vanquished the Celestial Venerables, rebuilt Great Xia Celestial Court, only to discover in the end..."

"Hehehe." Li Tusheng chuckled darkly, recalling those burning fiery blood-soaked years, "A joke, just a joke."

The seven-tier Celestial Venerables from the Divine Realm merely took advantage by descending discretely, merging into their Great Xia Celestial Court, transformed into ten heroes, accompanied by them as heroes, roaring as they overthrew the Celestial Realm. Celebrated ten heroes were partitioned by Emperor Xia into the new ten Celestial Venerables.

Only to find out later, that none of those Celestial Venerables had perished; the ten heroes initially wielded the original Celestial Venerable powers, merely using the time force of these heroes to overthrow other Celestial Venerables, appearing revolutionary but were actually celestial internal conflicts.

"But, now it's another new era," Li Tusheng collected his expressions.

Beside him, an attendant spoke, "The Venerable of Creation is too audacious, unknown how long preparation took, acted swiftly... Originally other Celestial Venerables wanted to conceal him, preventing other Celestial Venerables from knowing his presence, but the commotion is too great now."

"Indeed, indeed," nodded another attendant, "Isn't the other Venerables afraid he'll be targeted, traced, and slain?"

"Life, time, space," Li Tusheng abruptly commented, "Proceeding in order, the supreme life rules are the toughest entities to slay, existing within all life."

"Infected lives are the legacies of life rule Saints, the two Celestial Venerables commanding life rules are hard to kill.... Hence he doesn't fear being slain."

Li Tusheng smiled, "You know? In the current new Cosmic Land, all lives are legacies of the two Life Celestial Venerables."

The two attendants held their breath.

"Yet, the third Life Celestial Venerable descended... Venerable of Creation."

Li Tusheng gazed afar, observing a distant Demon Race member, "He's also expanding his legacy.... Yet other Life Celestial Venerables are infecting these demons, turning them into celestial legacies."

"Soon... very soon, likely already began meeting in a single legacy's body," Li Tusheng muttered softly.

...

...

Crack.

Fu Qingjun sensed a change in his Demon Race legacy.

Something appeared to invade internally, gradually converting into something else.

A shadow slowly emerged within, suddenly laughing, "Hmm, you've instilled the rule of life evolution in his body, yet Fellow Daoist, your species' evolution remains lacking, life spans short, let me help improve their lifespan."

Fu Qingjun stared at the life system rule akin to his own.

Sure enough, they arrived, he holds merely one-third of life's authority, just a seed of life's rules, incomparable to their billionth power...

Moreover, now they're madly infecting his subordinate demons!

Fu Qingjun felt like spitting blood.

"What's the matter? Since you created this race, now that I'm infecting one by one, they're already common legacies, don't you think each should receive blessings? This is divine grace to legacies, you've already gifted them perfect life, and thus I bestow my power..."

His hand lightly sketched, a ledger opening, as if gazing at the destiny of this species, "Hmm, this race, fungi are short-lived, common members live only three days, evolutionary balance remains, fertility enhances, yet lifespan dwindles... however, with me..."

"Grant this favored species a ten-year lifespan, no, a hundred years, a thousand years, or perhaps immortality?" He smiled slightly, looking towards the mysterious Venerable of Creation, "Shall we jointly nurture this race, what do you think?"

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